It is that time of the week again.
The time where I confess all those things I did NOT do.
Thank goodness, right?
Because some of these confessions could be rather embarrassing.
I did NOT become the mother of a teenager this weekend.
Nope, not me.
My firstborn is NOT thirteen.
That would not be possible.
I did not cry or feel old at any moment.
Not one.
We did not throw him a party with lots of surprises.
(more details in another post)
And one of those surprises most certainly did not involve a limo.
He did not have the time of his life.
He is still not too old to hug or kiss.
By his mother of course.
I am not still pilfering through his baby books and pictures wondering where the time went.
I do not want to freeze him at the age he is right now.
I do not adore him and thank God every day he is mine.
What about you?
What haven't you done this week?
Care to share?
Join up over at MckMama's place.
